Joined Oct 2019 Earth, Something Else, Honestly I dunno
As a wise man once said-
"If you give a man a fish, you feed him for one day. Teach a man how to fish, and you lost your fucking market."
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Oh you gotta be fuckin kidding me,
I walked away for years.
Yet you stand here, I don't know what to do.
You gotta be making me crazy,
I stood away from places,
Yet you sit here, I think I'm fuckin screwed.
Oh Why do you insist?
Staying on this list?
Why do you think I exist anymore?
Oh Why do you try?
When it seems, I surely died?
I don't know what you're thinking but I know it ain't fly.
Get outta here slick,
I'll be coming quick,
From deep inside your soul.
Rip out lungs, rip out your throat,
Good bye Sally I've come to tote,
My recollection of insanity!
So why do you insist?
Staying on this list?
Why do you insist I didn't die?
I walked away for years.
Yet you stand here, I don't know what to do.
You gotta be making me crazy,
I stood away from places,
Yet you sit here, I think I'm fuckin screwed.
Oh Why do you insist?
Staying on this list?
Why do you think I exist anymore?
Oh Why do you try?
When it seems, I surely died?
I don't know what you're thinking but I know it ain't fly.
Get outta here slick,
I'll be coming quick,
From deep inside your soul.
Rip out lungs, rip out your throat,
Good bye Sally I've come to tote,
My recollection of insanity!
So why do you insist?
Staying on this list?
Why do you insist I didn't die?
Well i'm announcing that you better stay here~ Or get back on in mid or late August. Cause that's when i'll be back on- But anywhoo don't leave us.
Come to think of it, I never liked poetry. It's always too abstract.
Then, why do you do poetry? And I thought you loved it honestly. You're so good at it.
Its that weird kinda thing.. I like alot, but at the same time, it pisses me the hell off. Like Politics or Philosophy.
Oh i understand now. I feel that way about some politics.
I listen to the radio
Hold myself up
I let flow
I'm going out
Without a doubt,
My mind aloud,
That's the part that's going down,
I listen to my radio,
The I let all my lyrics flow.
[Rap Scene]
I write it down, I speak aloud,
The part within me coming down,
You think that Mather's was the best?
I'll put Detroit right to the test,
I hold myself upon a standard
Going here on out.
I listen to myself aloud,
The product never coming out.
I need to stop, I need to drop,
I need to cry, I need to die,
But that's alright yeah it's alright,
Because I got my mind upon my side,
I rely on indecision, I rely on futility,
Because that's how it's meant to be,
One and done, no two no three,
The plan is broken now,
Platforms are down they're freaking out,
But honestly just speak aloud,
They all know what I'm about,
I grew up strange I grew up tough,
The only things I had were rough,
I had my fists I had my mind,
And piano by my side,
I checked it once I checked it twice,
My dad is lucky he's alive.
Metal Bat is going crack,
I twirl around the funny fact,
That I am evil but not half-assed,
You listen to the radio,
You hear the things you shouldn't know,
But that's okay you've got a brain,
You have a way to cover the pain,
You have a family but no life,
You try not to die from the inside,
But honestly it's all goodbyes,
When we go to close our eyes,
No title to this song,
The lyrics slowing to a stop,
But the final thing that goes on top,
Is the name of Devil's Son.
Hold myself up
I let flow
I'm going out
Without a doubt,
My mind aloud,
That's the part that's going down,
I listen to my radio,
The I let all my lyrics flow.
[Rap Scene]
I write it down, I speak aloud,
The part within me coming down,
You think that Mather's was the best?
I'll put Detroit right to the test,
I hold myself upon a standard
Going here on out.
I listen to myself aloud,
The product never coming out.
I need to stop, I need to drop,
I need to cry, I need to die,
But that's alright yeah it's alright,
Because I got my mind upon my side,
I rely on indecision, I rely on futility,
Because that's how it's meant to be,
One and done, no two no three,
The plan is broken now,
Platforms are down they're freaking out,
But honestly just speak aloud,
They all know what I'm about,
I grew up strange I grew up tough,
The only things I had were rough,
I had my fists I had my mind,
And piano by my side,
I checked it once I checked it twice,
My dad is lucky he's alive.
Metal Bat is going crack,
I twirl around the funny fact,
That I am evil but not half-assed,
You listen to the radio,
You hear the things you shouldn't know,
But that's okay you've got a brain,
You have a way to cover the pain,
You have a family but no life,
You try not to die from the inside,
But honestly it's all goodbyes,
When we go to close our eyes,
No title to this song,
The lyrics slowing to a stop,
But the final thing that goes on top,
Is the name of Devil's Son.
Delegate-
So speak about delegation's sir,
Speak about compermise.
The dealings are harrowing third,
The dealings are straight lies.
Betwixt the words, Betwixt the dialogue
A different kind.
A man cannot deal with Satan,
Much less ye do so twice.
So Delegate, continue on,
Till the day you die.
Because evening surely comes along,
And your soul will end up mine.
So speak about delegation's sir,
Speak about compermise.
The dealings are harrowing third,
The dealings are straight lies.
Betwixt the words, Betwixt the dialogue
A different kind.
A man cannot deal with Satan,
Much less ye do so twice.
So Delegate, continue on,
Till the day you die.
Because evening surely comes along,
And your soul will end up mine.
7
Boom. Smarter than the average American!
XD that proves nothing!
That proves plenty.
Fine you win~ I'm average
Comedy-
I make others laugh because I hurt,
I make the jokes and reality curbs
The pain, The Train, The Bane
Of my existence,
Even though it contradicts it,
Suicide is in my tree,
Avoiding that is being me,
And whilst people cry to sleep,
I stare at the ceiling empty bleak,
If I could die a million times,
I would so I could spare the lives,
Of people lost and people loved,
Of people arms all cut up,
But all I do I write my poems,
And listen to the music go,
And Comedy is the thing to go,
So I don't have to listen to others go.
I make others laugh because I hurt,
I make the jokes and reality curbs
The pain, The Train, The Bane
Of my existence,
Even though it contradicts it,
Suicide is in my tree,
Avoiding that is being me,
And whilst people cry to sleep,
I stare at the ceiling empty bleak,
If I could die a million times,
I would so I could spare the lives,
Of people lost and people loved,
Of people arms all cut up,
But all I do I write my poems,
And listen to the music go,
And Comedy is the thing to go,
So I don't have to listen to others go.
Paths can be determined by other factors early ahead. I set my path up bad, and so did circumstance.
But you can always change you path and make-a-new. Just start walking in the right direction.
People are to optimistic. Make-A-New don't work. I've tried. And believe me, it failed. Walking in the right direction don't mean crud, because the paths have barriers to tall to climb, and alleyways to dangerous to pass. Effort can lead to surface good, but on the inside? People rarely change. I've seen that, you've seen that, and many others as well. Good isn't around anymore. Not since I've been alive, anyhow.
That's what you think. But you should remember that there will always be challenges in your life you must overcome. And there is still good but very little. And you're right people rarely change but some do. And those some had enough will power to push through the fucking bullshit life throw's at us. So you can give up but once you give up why should you live. Then you're life will be pointless. But as long as you keep struggling to fuck this bitch called life. You'll get your reward just be patient and don't give up, push.
Agree to disagree, Serenity. Agree to disagree.
Powerhouse-
But honestly that's just a fake.
I'm drivin around going insane
The powerhouse within my brain
Is causin me to feel no pain.
The driver is just going now,
And people are screaming all out loud,
Within these halls it's going down,
On the road, guns going now!
Police lay dead on asphalt floor,
Death is hanging out my door,
FBI, open up,
Let us in, Gonna drop,
I laugh my way out of the floor,
People pulling down the door,
I pop the pills- 1 2 3 4,
And When they finally get here all loud,
Well, let's say I just shut down the powerhouse.
But honestly that's just a fake.
I'm drivin around going insane
The powerhouse within my brain
Is causin me to feel no pain.
The driver is just going now,
And people are screaming all out loud,
Within these halls it's going down,
On the road, guns going now!
Police lay dead on asphalt floor,
Death is hanging out my door,
FBI, open up,
Let us in, Gonna drop,
I laugh my way out of the floor,
People pulling down the door,
I pop the pills- 1 2 3 4,
And When they finally get here all loud,
Well, let's say I just shut down the powerhouse.
I love it!
You ok you haven't been on much lately?
I'm just not on often. Nothing much.
Ok
Identity-
I do not know what identity is.
Just that most do not hold it.
That individuality that claimed just is,
Witholded from the poet.
And when people yell that they are best
Or that their Unique in every way
I realize that inside
They all just consume the day.
So when I hear Identity I have a question,
Who shared their's with you?
I do not know what identity is.
Just that most do not hold it.
That individuality that claimed just is,
Witholded from the poet.
And when people yell that they are best
Or that their Unique in every way
I realize that inside
They all just consume the day.
So when I hear Identity I have a question,
Who shared their's with you?
Well what if they're different genders, races, sexuality, kinks, different types of sex, foods. It still makes them different.
No, the "I'm different" craze. People say they're different and is you disagree they call you a _____phobe. They say your spineless because you disagree with them, and that your evil. It makes no sense!
Yeah I agree with you on that, that's just dumb.
I Stan this whole conversation.
Chicken Nuggets. Is that you? Where have you been for half my life?
Piano-
As I hit the keys upon my instrument,
I feel an urge.
'No,' I think. 'I refuse to do so.'
My hands still stretch to play my tune.
'No!' I think again. 'You will mess up just like every other time fool!'
My mind doesn't give into the berating, I begin playing. C3 to C2, to F3, G3, and repeat. I curse myself as I stumble on the notes, and gloat upon my mind.
'I was correct, witness that!?' I think to myself as I stop suddenly. 'I did what I knew I would!' I then think. Why did I play the Serenade in such a way?
'No, it is nothing,' I think to myself. But then why is it called a Serenade? You know somebo- 'No! I would never do such a th-'
You have a heart. Do not deny it. That is why you play this piece. To appea-
'SILENCE!' I roar my thoughts aloud now, as I hold witness the piano far now.
'I would never as I would ruin the piece, making mockery of her as result!' Then why create it?
'I- ... You see- no... GAH!'
I fling a paper away, and sit, holding my head.
'Damn you for being right... Damn you.' You play for her. Go on and play it then.
Play your Serenade for your Serenity. For both of you.
'...' I give in to my heart and sit at the piano.
I give the music a look, then sigh, and begin the Serenade.
As I hit the keys upon my instrument,
I feel an urge.
'No,' I think. 'I refuse to do so.'
My hands still stretch to play my tune.
'No!' I think again. 'You will mess up just like every other time fool!'
My mind doesn't give into the berating, I begin playing. C3 to C2, to F3, G3, and repeat. I curse myself as I stumble on the notes, and gloat upon my mind.
'I was correct, witness that!?' I think to myself as I stop suddenly. 'I did what I knew I would!' I then think. Why did I play the Serenade in such a way?
'No, it is nothing,' I think to myself. But then why is it called a Serenade? You know somebo- 'No! I would never do such a th-'
You have a heart. Do not deny it. That is why you play this piece. To appea-
'SILENCE!' I roar my thoughts aloud now, as I hold witness the piano far now.
'I would never as I would ruin the piece, making mockery of her as result!' Then why create it?
'I- ... You see- no... GAH!'
I fling a paper away, and sit, holding my head.
'Damn you for being right... Damn you.' You play for her. Go on and play it then.
Play your Serenade for your Serenity. For both of you.
'...' I give in to my heart and sit at the piano.
I give the music a look, then sigh, and begin the Serenade.
Eh. Not really.
Yes it is! My mom gave me a sheet of how to play the piano and it's like my head exploded.
Its just learning. You were never taught.
And you technically weren't taught either. But you still managed to learn without a teacher.
Still.
Lighthearted-
Some would ask for a lighthearted poem
And that request is amiss.
I know from the soul
That the feelings to hold
Is the coldness no longer bliss.
Rage is what harms me and sadness is fuel
A train with smoke nobody can use
And so to those who ask for a lighthearted poem
The light is quenched by God's fist.
Some would ask for a lighthearted poem
And that request is amiss.
I know from the soul
That the feelings to hold
Is the coldness no longer bliss.
Rage is what harms me and sadness is fuel
A train with smoke nobody can use
And so to those who ask for a lighthearted poem
The light is quenched by God's fist.
Yes, that light was stolen. From that man in the sky... Or the man below who really knows!
Goofed me up, huh?
Maybe~
Heh
Roses are Red.
My name is Dan.
Im sorry boy.
But there was no candy in the van.
My name is Dan.
Im sorry boy.
But there was no candy in the van.
This makes me want candy and I only have cookies lol
Wut XD
Powerhouse-
Lookin' up.
Lookin' down.
Got my men into town.
Who so god gets in my way
Let 'em know they're gonna pay.
Drivin' in.
Drivin' out.
Got my shotgun bangin' loud!
Police don't know what's going down!
Its goin' now It's goin' now!
I'm at a powerhouse
And inside Im just freakin' out!
Got guns blazing covering all around
And suddenly I'm going out!
On the stone cold floor I think.
Got blood on me worse than a leak.
And as the police try to start grabbing me
I light em up goin' 1-2-3
As the dispatch cars roll in
I start to loose all my vision
And as I finish bleeding out
I spit my last thoughts all aloud
But the only thing that comes out
Is my final word; "Powerhouse".
Lookin' up.
Lookin' down.
Got my men into town.
Who so god gets in my way
Let 'em know they're gonna pay.
Drivin' in.
Drivin' out.
Got my shotgun bangin' loud!
Police don't know what's going down!
Its goin' now It's goin' now!
I'm at a powerhouse
And inside Im just freakin' out!
Got guns blazing covering all around
And suddenly I'm going out!
On the stone cold floor I think.
Got blood on me worse than a leak.
And as the police try to start grabbing me
I light em up goin' 1-2-3
As the dispatch cars roll in
I start to loose all my vision
And as I finish bleeding out
I spit my last thoughts all aloud
But the only thing that comes out
Is my final word; "Powerhouse".
No good at singin'.
You can't be that bad
I'm not good either.
I shall judge for myself then lol
*Sigh* Fine.
